Finally, they had worn each other out. But they had looked amazing together. Pat was thirty-five, a hundred-and-twenty pounds, thirty-six DD, twenty-f...ur, thirty-six with shoulder-length black hair and dark skin from her Native American descent. And Lynn eighteen, five-eight, one-hundred-ten-pounds, thirty-four D, twenty-four, thirty-five with waist length red hair, sparkling green eyes. Her skin was lighter and she had freckles, looking like she probably had Irish heritage. They both looked. I felt my boyish manhood stiffen, making me feel very self-conscious.Mary broke the ice and simply said “Wow Jill, are the others like this?”. Now she was sound more like a jumping actress in her first school play.“Yes, mostly I think” she replied, more convincinglyWe scanned through the remainder of the magazine looking for the multi-girl sets and found a few more with a fantasy themes, cowgirls, cops and robbers and an xmas party themed one. I remained silent, not really knowing what to say,. Putting on her best stank face and placing her hands on the hood of the car once more, she slowing began to bounce in the rhythm of the current beat. She was no amateur, she knew very well how to twerk and she knew she did it fine too. When you have an ass like that, you learn that you fit twerking perfectly. No hands, Ashley began to roll her hips and rose up and down slowly as she popped, stressing her leg muscles, but clearly catching Travis’s attention. He lowered the shades off his eyes. It was still cold, but her lips were no longer blue. "Come to that, how are you doing?" He said pointedly at Tim.Tim sighed. Mike had been looking after him ever since they were kids, and sometimes forgot Tim was well and truly grown up now."I'm fine, dude. She's like cuddling an iceberg, but she's not shivering as badly any more. You need to shed some clothes, Mike." Tim could see Mike sweating in the elevated room temperature, his heavy shirt no longer necessary.Mike grunted. Until Tim had.